It pumps it beats it bleeds
the heart the heart the heart.
It wants what it wants the heart
the heart. It echoes with your
name as your love flows through
its arteries and veins. You make it
look better than Shakespeare poetry
back in the old centuries. Your name
carried deep inside its four chambers
looking prettier than shiny gold amber
falling out of an old tree trunk in the
month of December. It's a survivor a
warrior and a fighter the heart the
heart* ~